Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 119. Yellow Fever

"I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son. And Frank wasn't thinking straight. He wife had vanished, he was terrified. A damn shame he has to put Luther through the same, but...that's fear. It spreads and spreads." He says and the three of exchange a look.

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"Now we know what these are, road ash." I say as I hold my arm and we head to the impala. "And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road." Ana adds. "Makes sense. You're experiencing his death in slow motion." Sam says to me. "Yeah, well, not slowly enough, huh? Say we burn some bones and get me healthy." I say.

"Dean, it won't be that easy." Ana says. "No, no, it'll be that easy. Why wouldn't it be easy?" I ask. "Luther was road-hauled. His body was ripped to pieces. He was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all the remains." Sam explains. "You're kidding me." I say disbelieving.

"Look, we'll figure something else out." Ana tries to assure me. "You know what? Screw this." I say as I start to walk away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dean." Ana and Sam says as they walk over to me.

"Come on. No. I mean, come on, guys. What are we doing?!" I ask them, in a shaky voice. "We're hunting a ghost." Sam says. "A ghost, exactly! Who does that?" I ask panicked. "Us." Ana says. "Us? Right. And that guys, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell?!" I exclaim as Ana and Sam share a worried look.

"I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run. But not us. No, no, no, we-we search out things that want to kill us. Yeah? Huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We...are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the sleeve motels. I mean, who wants this life, guys? Huh? Seriously? Do you two actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, everyday? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast. And I listen to the same five albums over take over and over again, a-and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that. And you, Sam- you're gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic!" I say.

"He got you there." Ana says to Sam. "You know what?" I say as I toss Sam the car keys. "You can forget it." I say as I start to walk away. "Whoa, Dean, where are you going?" Ana asks me as I turn and point at them.

"Stay away from me guys, okay? Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and-and-and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit." I say as I walks away.

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I sit in the hotel room, anxiously, when the door opens and Ana walks in. "We looked for you everywhere Dean. How the hell did you get here?" She asks me. "Ran." I say like it's obvious as Ana sighs and sits down next to me.

"What do we do now? I got less than fours hours on the clock. I'm gonna die, Ana." I say, as Ana stares ahead of herself. "Yeah, you are." She tells me and I look puzzled. "You're going back." She says. "Back?" I ask, my eyebrow raised.

"Downstairs, Dean. Hell. It's about damn time too. Truth is..." Ana says as she turns to me with black eyes. "You've been a real pain in my ass." She says as I look at her terrified then she throws me against the wall with a hand gesture.

"No! You get out of my fiancé, you evil son of a bitch!" I yell. "No one's possessing me, Dean. This is what I'm gonna become. This is what Sam's gonna become. This is what we want to become. There's nothing you can do about." Ana growls as she starts to choke me.

But a second later, I feel warm hands on my cheeks and I blink seeing Ana's green eyes staring at me in concern. "Dean, hey, hey, hey." She says as I look at her scared. "It's just me. It's me, baby." She tells me. "Ana?" I whisper shakily and she nods. "Yeah, it's me." She says as I wrap my arms around her, feeling her hands rub up and down my back.